Tag: fear
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Crazy Talk from a Hippie Poet
I recently taught on Ephesians 5 and how we are to walk in love, live as light, and love in unity. If that all sounds like hippie-poet talk, that is understandable because: I actually am a hippie poet. That is crazy talk and who knows what that all even means? However, I will be doing…
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on finish lines and next steps
Holy guacamole. I graduated from Seminary, y’all. And let me tell you something: It ain’t for sissies. It is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and also one of most enriching experiences I will likely ever have. HOW WAS IT? …you ask. To be honest, I went in with more than a little…
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BREATH MY ONLY BOUNDARY
HI Y’ALL! I appreciate all your sweet messages and thanks for checking on me. In answer to the two questions I get asked most: YES I am still writing and YES I am still in seminary. In fact, I have been writing up a storm and am set to graduate in May. And in addition…
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On Shame and Healing
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How does hiding ignite shame? How does honesty invite healing? I recently explored these questions with my friend Shannon as part of our Summer Book Club on Jesus Over Everything by Lisa Whittle. A few weeks ago, we had a great Instagram Live discussion on Lisa’s chapter 7: Honesty over Hiding. (If you missed Part…
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On Sin and Hiding
How does hiding enable sin in our lives? How does honesty eradicate it? How does telling the truth invite light into our darkest corners? I recently explored these questions with my friend Shannon as part of our Summer Book Club on Jesus Over Everything by Lisa Whittle. A couple weeks ago, we had a wonderful…
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WAIT
a poem about suffering and what it means to W A I T what I wouldn’t give to rise from this window seat of longing and brave my way into the gray and through the gray to part the veil that obscures life from Light drown this sorrow in your river; crystal, to its verdant…
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How My Fear Became Faith
Fear was my father’s favorite game and one I learned to play at four years old. With gleaming green eyes and a wicked sense of humor, my father was a force. His family had always been trouble and trash, but he was equally handsome and charming. My mother met and married him in a whirlwind,…
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chinese water torture
So last night, we were going through our nightly bedtime rituals when, much to our surprise and annoyance, our smoke detectors all started going off. A quick, adrenaline-packed race through the house proved that no fire was burning anywhere, and yet that persistent and piercing siren continued to wail. We reacted like any nice Christian folks would;…
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scaredy-cat
I always hated being the new kid. I never liked that vulnerable and exposed feeling of standing there in front of a new class, book bag in hand and eyes on the floor, knowing the other kids were sizing me up and judging me. Then later (and worse,) came the inevitable moment of truth in…